Sailors knew that New Haven was bad news to come to in the middle of a storm. It wasn't that they couldn't manage a storm - it was that, when the stars aligned, when the sailor lacked their albatross - when they brought a woman on board, bad luck seemed to hit. The lighthouse could never be found, and then - all that was left of the ships was the rubble in the graveyard.
But sometimes, even in the middle of a storm, pieces of something seem to make it - despite all odds. On the day that Bodycount chooses to walk the beach, a side of the beach was a bottle - a tiny little thing with a clearly written out paper on the inside.
The beach is a long expanse of land with various places to park, one must walk across the small rocks to get to the sand of the beach. The air is always cold and the sky is always gray but that does not stop those who wish to spend time upon the beach
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